I do not belong in the world of glittering richesse such as that inhabited by the regular clienteles of Galeries Lafayette. I feel gauche (despite being on Rive Droite for a change) and it was all I can do not to wince each time I see the price tag of the lovely things they sell in this grand magasin. Clad in nondescript pair of jeans and ballerina flats without fancy designers labels on anything that I own (ok, one exception, my bag, which I technically – ahem, assumed possession – from my aunt), all it took was one look to determine that I am the interloper within the elegant establishment (the bag is hopelessly out of season).

Just look at the glass dome adorned by metal frames here – isn’t it fabulous? Inspired by the styles of Byzantine and Art Nouveau, many have come near and afar to admire this lavish dome – it is quite a landmark in its own right. Up at the terrace of the building, one may also have a cup of coffee/tea/hot chocolate while taking in the view of Paris. Decadent? Bien sûr! It’s their middle name afterall. ;)

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ahem ahem shopping is only nice when the sales are on :D
or at the discount outlet centres :D :D (70% can give one a lot of inventive to open the purse & deploy the old credit card)
and serious haute couture is only for ppl who have too much money, too much time, hypocritical friends and shallow lifestyles
(at least, that’s what i tell meself when I walk past the designer shops in Mcr city centre)
but a good cuppa can be hard to find, non?